The sheriff shook his head.
“Can’t do it, Tex. I’ve got my orders from the prosecutor. After t’night, yuh maybe can; but no chance, until after we know a little more about things.”
Tex scowled heavily.
“What evidence have yuh got, Scotty?”
“Dog. Answers the description.”
“Yea-a-ah?”
Tex leaned one shoulder against the wall of the building and began rolling a cigaret. He looked quizzically at the sheriff as he said—
“Scotty, did yuh ever wonder why them three men locked yuh in yore own jail?”
The sheriff considered the question gravely, as if it had never occurred to him before. He smiled softly and shook his head.
“No; did you, Tex?”